“Hey Clari! How are ya?” I yelled with a jovial tone into her garage. Clariia Yato was an Exiled. She was the daughter of a yellowcarder, until the government shoved her out here. She made gadgets. Good gadgets. They didn’t like that. So, now she is here in her garage. It was stacked millions upon millions of little gadgets. Some were functioning correctly, others in odd non-dangerous ways, still others with no movement at all. The path through it to where her workbench was is treacherous for those without a good sense of balance and direction. The face that it takes ten minutes to get from one side of a twenty foot square garage is beyond belief.
“Hey dorkface! Shut it! Do you want the police to haul your sorry self in for being disruptive? You know? Shut down my entire business here? Get me hauled off to the outer lands and left there to die?” she turned towards me with fury etched in every line of her baby cute face. Her burgundy red hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail directly opposite the center of her eyes. Those sky blue orbs currently smoldered at me with undisguised rage. I held my hands up in defeat.
“Ok, ok, ok. No need to kill me, eh? Your one and only friend?” I asked my voice shaking with suppressed laughter.
“You know I have other friends! I’m surrounded by them! Just because you wear that faded grey comicin leather jacket doesn’t mean that you are king of my word, Freddie. So cool it,” she growled, turning back to her work. Now that sounded pretty good. It’s a pity that this isn’t really comicin leather, which is a hide from a carnivorous cow that our people hunt for sport. It’s just imitation leather. Works for me though!
“Well, I’m about to do my rounds again. Any place I should check?” I asked picking up my courier’s bag and diasteel tongs. She turned to a computer right next to her workbench.
“Oh, Diagram 18 is looking funky. I think there is a new object there. Must be special. Its readings are currently off the charts. It’s buried in about five pounds of liquid nitro though. Be careful,” she cautioned.
“Oh, I’m always cautious. It’s everyone else that isn’t,” I replied with a smug grin as I turned to leave her garage.
She sighed at my bad pun and went back to work.
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